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Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint;
As humorous as winter 8", and as sudden
As flaws congealed in the spring of day 82.
His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth:
But, being moody, give him line and scope;
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Tho-

mas,
And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends;
A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in;
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion,
(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in)
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum, or rash gunpowder.

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love.
K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him,

Thomas ? Cla. He is not there-to-day; he dines in London. K. Hen. And how accompanied ? can'st thou tell

that? Cla. With Poins, and other his continual fol

lowers. K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds : And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death; The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape,

In forms imaginary, the unguided days,
And rotten times, that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When

rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!
War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him

quite: The prince but studies his companions, Like a strange tongue; wherein, to gain the lan

guage, "Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain'd, Your highness knows, comes to no further use, But to be known, and hated. So, like gross terms, The prince will, in the perfectness of time, Cast off his followers: and their memory Shall as a pattern or a measure live, By which his grace must mete the lives of others; Turning past evils to advantages. K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her

comb In the dead carrion.- Who's here? Westmoreland?

Enter WESTMORELAND.
West. Health to my sovereign! and new happi-
Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand:
Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,
Are brought to the correction of your law;
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,
But peace puts forth her olive every where.
The manner how this action hath been borne,
Here, at more leisure, may your highness read;
With every course, in his particular.

ness

Added to that that I am to deliver!

K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news.

Enter HARCOURT. Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty; And, when they stand against you, may they fall As those that I am come to tell

you

of!
The earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph,
With a great power of English, and of Scots,
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, contains at large.
K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news

make me sick ?
Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food, -
Such are the poor, in health: or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach,—such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news;

And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:
O mel come near me, now I am much ill. [Swoons.

P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty!
Cla.

O my royal father!
West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look

up! War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits Are with his highness very ordinary. Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.

Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs: The incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure 83, that should confine it in, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out.

P. Humph. The people fear me; for they do ob

serve

Unfather'd heirs 84, and loathly births of nature:
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them over.
Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb be-

tween :
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say, it did so, a little time before
That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.

War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his end. K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me

hence Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray. [They convey the King to an inner part of the

room, and place him on a bed.

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Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will whisper musick to my weary spirit.

War. Call for the musick in the other room.
K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
War. Less noise, less noise.

Enter Prince Henry.

P. Hen.

Who saw the duke of Clarence? Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none

abroad! How doth the king?

P. Humph. Exceeding ill.
P. Hen.

Heard he the good news yet?
Tell it him.

P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.

P. Hen. If he be sick With joy, he will recover without physick. War. Not so much noise, my lords :-sweet prince,

speak low;
The king your father is dispos'd to sleep.

Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
War. Will't please your grace to go along with

us? P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the

king. [Exeunt all but Prince Henry. Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow?

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